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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cinerarium" data-source="post: 993302" data-attributes="member: 9349">Hammer 17 I had a very strange dream last night, so much so that when I awoke I asked the others, and they too had it.I clung precariously to the highest boughs of a towering cloudtree.  My companions, I saw, were near me – pressed against the bark of the tree like babes to mother's breast.  The wind was deafening; the whole world threatened to be swept away.  The groaning of the trees around me was audible, and terrible to behold.  Branches, thick as Formyrian spears, snapped like so much tinder and went tumbling through the crackling air.  I cried out, yet could not hear my own voice from the fury of the storm.  Charcoal clouds, angry and black, streaked across the heavens at impossible speeds, like so many giant birds of prey.  The smell of coming rain was ominous and thick.  Thunder rolled like a paean to the Old Gods.  I grasped at the wood and trembled from fear and awe.Below me, all around me, the forest writhed.  I saw cloudtrees in all directions, hundreds upon thousands.  There was no end to the woodland canopy.  Far, far in the distance the horizon was muted by gray rain storms.  The world smelled like a birthing bed – heady, bloody, fresh.A figure emerged from the stormclouds, plummeting towards me.  It was an elf.  An elf of a race I had never seen.  He was tall, taller than the most massive Gordian.  His face was smooth and spoke of arrogance and cruelty, of power and terror.  He smiled, his lips thin, and seemed unperturbed by nature's primordial fury.  Indeed, he appeared to relish it.Glistening armor the color of an angry river encased his perfect form.  A pair of swords were thrust through a sash at his waste; they caught the brightness of the lightning in the firmament high above.He spoke and his voice cut through the winds without faltering.  “This Age is ending.  The Heroes are no more.  It will be a time of Forests now, a time of Elves.  These great trees will sink into the earth and the Weedsea will hold sway here.  Soon thereafter, a time of Men.  “Yet there are those who would cling to their Power, who would not go Away.  These are those same who now hunt you, mortals.  Tremble under their gaze.”I wrapped my arms further about the branches of the cloudtree, seeking succor from his terrible words and the growing storm.  “Find me.  Find me thousands of years from this time.  I will go into the breast of Jann near the citadel you will know as Formyr.  Look for the sign.  Look for three stunted trees.  Then burrow into Jann's breast as I must do.  I would arm you, I would lend hope to your cause.“But only if you prove worthy of my aid - I do not treat with beggars.”</blockquote>

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